Since the early age I felt that I was drawn to art. My parents used to tell me that even when I could not talk much, I tried to express myself in a little, not too clear drawings. I loved to draw. I drew on walls and mirrors with my mother’s lipstick and makeup. I believe she was not angry for the mess I made because she saw my desire. She left some of those drawings until I changed my drawing style. My parents encouraged my love for the arts and I kept busy with art clubs and a lot of classes in order to achieve my dream to become an artist.

Art for me always was and always will be the world. As William Saroyan said, “If it weren’t for art, we’d have vanished from the face of the earth long ago.” The drawings, paintings, and other artworks tell us history by which we know who we are. “In every house there ought to be an art table on which, one by one, things are placed so that everybody in that house might look at the things very carefully, and see them. What would you put on a table like that? A leaf. A coin. A button. A stone. A small piece of torn newspaper. An apple. An egg… Everybody’s seen those things. … But nobody looks at them, and that’s what art is. To look at familiar things as if they had never before been seen.” A plain sheet of paper with a drawing on it helps us notice the significance of the daily world. I might seem boring, but this drawing would make it look wonderful. I might place something on that table, look at it, draw it, and next day take it away. The drawing would leave imprint from the past that would never vanish. It deserves to be looked at particularly. That is what I believe in.

I love to draw because it makes things look exciting. I express my feelings and beliefs in them. I do this for fun and for love for art. It is my life’s best experience.

Gintare Bruzas